She Wanted To Ask Him Why They

We Did That Often, Asking Each Other Questions Whose Answers We Already Knew. Perhaps It Was So That We Would Not Ask The Other Questions, The Ones Whose Answers We Did Not Want To Know.

I Was Stained By Failure.

The Single Story Creates Stereotypes, And The Problem With Stereotypes Is Not That They Are Untrue, But That They Are Incomplete. They Make One Story Become The Only Story.

Our Society Teaches A Woman At A Certain Age Who Is Unmarried To See It As A Deep Personal Failure. While A Man At A Certain Age Who Is Unmarried Has Not Quite Come Around To Making His Pick.

She Rested Her Head Against His And Felt, For The First Time, What She Would Often Feel With Him: A Self-affection. He Made Her Like Herself. With Him, She Was At Ease; Her Skin Felt As Though It Was Her Right Size.. It Seemed So Natural, To Talk To Him About Odd Things. She Had Never Done That Before. The Trust, So Sudden And Yet So Complete, And The Intimacy, Frightened Her.. But Now She Could Think Only Of All The Things She Yet Wanted To Tell Him, Wanted To Do With Him.